nakedness overlooked
covered with
exposure
flesh with its purple cape
hide from its wickedness
and its weakness
pint-sized pleasure drowns
itself in a gallon of misery
dark age romantic
come alive from
your dead grave motivation
and evil mentality
bloodshot eyes of the
mass movement
wrinkled forehead of
old fashioned pages of morality
and dead dogs
no longer bark or bite
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